#howlshewolf

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[thetwistedargent]

Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t means that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them.

Oh.my.gosh. Stop it! You’re too sweet. Seriously, I’ve been replying so slowly lately.  But thank you. This means a lot, bby.

[damningandarchive-blog]

          ⚜ "Would you rather have your house blown down by the big bad wolf or burnt down by a fire breathing dragon?" She's spent the past three days babysitting Mikhael; the mindset's somewhat difficult to get out of.

[batsandregrets]

Now You See Me

   Was it X = 4,53 or Y = 4,53..? Stiles was staring out of the window absent-mindedly, trying to figure out what the hell he was actually trying to find out in that math homework, but only came to the conclusion that he had no clue what it was about. Maybe he should have paid more attention in class yesterday, but regret wasn't going to help him now. Maybe he could call Lydia? Nah, probably not a good idea. As if she'd ever help him with homework.

   Only after a minute or so of staring out of the window without actually looking, he realized a person standing outside. It was a girl and something about her was strangely familiar. Stiles squinted his eyes and leaned forward in his chair to get a better look of her. Suddenly she looked up and Stiles flinched back in his chair so fast that he almost fell over. His heart felt like it skipped a beat and a sudden cold took hold of his body that made him shiver.

   Impossible. It couldn't be her. She was dead.

   Stiles closed his eyes and took at deep breath. He was just mistaken. There was someone else standing outside, just some random girl with blond hair and black clothes. There were hundreds of blonde girls in Beacon Hills.

   He leaned forward again, holding his breath without noticing it, and stared at the spot where she had been standing. It was empty; the girl vanished. Stiles let his shoulders drop, a sigh escaping him. He was seeing things, nothing more. Maybe it came from all the stress he had went through the past weeks, or maybe it was his bad conscience that was gnawing at him since they had found Erica's lifeless body in that vault.

   He remembered that day at school when she had told him that she had been in love with him. At the time he hadn't paid any attention to it, but it had come back to him afterwards. He had never even talked to her once, or defended her against those idiots who had teased her for her epilepsy. He hadn't done anything to help her and once she had got help from someone else, he had treated her like a criminal. He hadn't tried to befriend her; he hadn't even helped Derek to go looking for her the summer she had disappeared.

   But it wasn't his fault that she was dead. He couldn't have kept her from this fate. Right?

   Stiles closed his eyes and leaned his head back, reaching up to rub his eyes. "I'm sorry, Erica.." he mumbled into the emptiness of his room, not even sure what exactly he was apologizing for.

[batsandregrets]

I owe:

thishaleisonfire: Fem!Stiles semipara; Well Fuck, With Great Boobs Comes Great Responsibility, random convo

sarcasmandbatsaremyonlydefense: Doppelganger (*) [although I don't really know how to start this atm ;____; ]

howlshewolf: Ghost!Erica (*)

littlebrokensurvivor: Familiar Stranger

ninelivesunilthale: My Own Personal Hale

bound--in--wolfsbane: breakfast semipara, Stiles/Laura starter???

redhoodiesandbats: Twin!Verse convo

thetwistedargent: An Opportunity

Please send me a message if I forgot to put you on this list! :) Also please send me a message if you are on there and you get the feeling I am confused, because LAURA. What.

[psychicsamwin]

Secrets Burn Us | Erica and Sam ; howlshewolf

      Sam let out a sigh as he sat in the passenger side seat. He still wasn't at a hundred percent so Dean wouldn't let him drive. He couldn't believe they had come so close to closing the gates to Hell and they didn't do it. He couldn't really blame Dean for stopping him. Though he felt sacrificing himself would have been just considering all her had done. It would have been just to save future lives from being ruined by the same things that ruined his life.

      He looked over to Dean, shrugging a bit. 'Why are we going out to Beacon Hills again?' He hadn't exactly been all for the idea. The only thing that had caught his attention was the fact that there were animal-like attacks that resembled werewolves. Which Dean had reminded him of every time that he had asked. 'Couldn't we let some hunters that are more local attend to it?' He rolled his eyes when Dean said that the local hunters were doing on hell of a job with taking care of the wolves.

      'When is this whole 'We don't trust other hunters' thing going to end.' He shook his head when Dean remained quiet. When the impala came to a stop, he got out of the car, which immediately got Dean going. 'Relax, I'm just going to see what I can find while you get us a room. Okay?'